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They were at an art museum because the date Zuko managed to land was an intellectual and he aimed to impress.
Or rather, it dawned on him at some point that contrary to appearances Sokka actually seemed to enjoy standing in front of the displays and ranting about “historical accuracy” and “do you know they actually stole this from—” and other such topics.
What he did not enjoy was Zuko occasionally pointing at some of them. As in, some of the wooden furniture pieces. As in, pointing at some of the wooden furniture pieces with the knowledge that Sokka had some experience with woodworking and going, “What wood is that one made of?”
To which Sokka said, “I don’t know.”
They went to another exhibit.
“What about that one?”
“I don’t know.”
They went to another floor.
“What about that?”
“I don’t know.”
This flirting plan was not going as planned. And Zuko’s date may or may not have been getting increasingly annoyed, but—what if it paid off…maybe? At some point? It could? Sokka’s so smart, right? Or maybe his mood would flip around and he’d find it cute?
Or—it could be that Zuko just needed to work with what Sokka was already familiar with. Zuko looked at Sokka over the rim of the overpriced coffee he’d bought for him. Sokka caught his stare and raised an eyebrow over the curly fries Zuko had bought for himself.
Zuko pointed in the vicinity of Sokka. “What kind of wood’s that made of?”
He got his chin grabbed and glared in the eye as Sokka leaned in very, very close. “My dick and you’re going to suck it,” he snapped. And kissed him, despite the sudden onset of giggles that made it even harder because holy shit.
(He tasted like overpriced sugar, ew god.)
(Zuko had meant his watch. Yes, it was on the hand that was in (had been in) Sokka’s pocket but he’d been pointing at the watch!)
And despite all that, later that evening Zuko still got to do a little victory dance in his room while collecting their clothes and Sokka, still his date and now a very successful one night stand, remained in bed, gazing up at the ceiling. “I did it, I did it, I did it, I did—”
“You annoyed me into compliance is what you did.” Sokka intoned. He flung an arm over his head. “Also, the only reason this happened is because something about your Discworld theories sounded wrong and I wanted to figure out why.”
Zuko paused mid-collecting to point out. “But I did do it.”
That earned him a pillow thrown at his face, which really only made him laugh, so. Worth it.